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In a world with a gone disciple
With none to rival
We could speak in testament
But are your actions rightful
Left hand on the bible
Right hand holding a rifle
Is this Is hell on earth
I guess we playing the trial
I'm holding on
Are you feeling me
Pulse is scarce
The days are beating me
I'm only young
It feels like centuries
Misery
Don't have your way with me
I see you carrying that weight under your eyebags
As you scroll for faith high
A hunger that could only be fed
With an iPad
Loss of drive is real
God take the wheel
Cause I can't deal
So how do you make me feel
A love that's real
A life that's fulfilling me up with the good stuff
How do you make me feel
A job that lays meals
A life that's fulfilling me up with the good stuff
How do you make me feel
That my parents are chill
A life that's fulfilling me up with the good stuff
How'd you make me feel
How'd you make me feel
How'd you make me
And gain the ability to walk the lane
The streets are dark
No one in vicinity but I can hear my name
Moms telling me to come back
But at the end of the road
There's potential for successful gain
It's much safer at home
But I'm grown
Im one foot away from light
One foot close to the unknown
There's times I feel like I can fight
There's days I feel I must atone
I abandoned faith
I abandoned who knows
When I read about Joan
I guess i'm an arc of my own
I kissed my little sister goodnight
Held my bro so close
I promise I'll pay you back
With the time your owed
They understand